My poetry..My thought

[Midnight]

They articulate my poetry is limitless

But they don’t distinguish the wisdom is a bless

See, I eavesdrop within the tales of the wind

Born in the midst of terminology in my mind

I been gulping rhythm in and out

Basing the beats can’t reflect without

I gazed death in the eyes and uttered a demand

That is why I don’t understand

Besides all the lies they crave to divide

Oddly many eras ago I swallowed my pride

Miserable looking back and speculating why

Departed is what there was and I motionlessly defy

So I clench to what I assume is moment with sympathy

With a mind partially absent I seen it all through empathy

And when my silent beliefs are vocalized

Even with poignant eyes I haven’t decriminalized

To me there is only solitary truth roaming ceaselessly

Reasons to a demise abandoned by a stranger freely

Dreamt was a dreamer half consciously inviting reality

It wasn’t fate screening scripts but a role in mentality

Like a poet I observe circumstances and naively heed

To implicit screams rarely heard but in need

Words in my head want attention freedom of expression

A lot of questions so close to confession

So I listen to a song in the middle of midnight

An old jazz player recites a poem barely to ignite

A window of inner sight reflecting a world so perfect

Sophisticated imagination my mind to connect

 

I am a thought of a poet fearing loss of words

Reality reflecting fantasies but never occurs

We did rather prefer a life so perfect it is deceitful

Who knew lies were shaped so beautiful

A mother’s prayers a father’s advice

So how confused can you be twice?

[Diamante]

wow, that was definitly nice to read....good rhythm throughout. you have definitly talent sis, so keep on sharing

[Simple_Sista]

good piece, i really enjoyed reading it...

[Midnight]

thank you Diamante and Simple_Sista for your thoughtful considerate words

[o0o]

nice, really enjoyed reading it. I also really liked the rhyming scheme you used. Nice work.